Dark Angles {ELLIOT}

[Tamara Houston]

Tamara sat in the bar. She sipped her beer slowly. Brandon vanished. She was hurt and confused. Anger had filled her chest as well.
They'd been best friends and all of a sudden just vanished without so much as a note or anything. As far as Tamara was concerned, he didn't exist anymore.

Sighing, she still longed to feel a guy near her, that companionship was missing. She wondered if she would be able to get that feeling back again.

Tamara snapped herself out of her morbid thoughts. It was time to stop feeling sorry for herself now. She drank her beer, listening to the idle chat among the people that came in here. It was fairly quiet for this time of day so that was a plus. She tucked a few strands of brunette hair behind her ear and watched as the bartender poured vodka into a shot glass and handed it to an older looking man. She wasn't the type to get lit and so drunk that she doesn't even remember her own name. She liked to feel a buzz, but that was as far as it went with her. She knew where to draw the line.

This was only her first beer so she would stop after two. She looked outside. The sky was overcast. Fall was coming in and you could feel the drop in the temperature for sure.

[elliot spencer]

Ever since this damn zombie outbreak, Elliot had hardly been able to find time to have a beer in any other place than the security of his own home, and quite frankly, that was boring as hell.

He'd only been in town a few months when it had happened, and now he spent most days kicking zombie ass and taking names, but, the tough Texan was in need of a little more than just killing zombies, and it wasn't Twinkies either. Thinking of the film Zombieland as he walked into the bar, he smiled, nearly laughing out loud, before walking to the barkeep, noticing an attractive woman sitting on her own, now, normally, it wasn't like Elliot to just walk over and introduce himself, he was the loner type after all. But today, he felt strangely compelled to go speak to her.

"Hey, you look like you got the weight o' the world on your shoulders, surely it can't be that bad" He said, his thick Texan drawl evident in his voice. Turning to the barkeep, he ordered a beer, turning back to the woman, speaking again.

"You want another drink? My treat accourse" He said, totally out of his league when it came to speaking to women.

[Tamara Houston]

Tamara turned and spied a handsome man with a Texas accent. She smiled and nodded.

"Sure. I could use another drink" she said as she gave the young man a once over. He was surely good looking. Tamara sighed.

"Well my best friend poofed into thin air. I don't know where he is or what happened" she said and sighed again. "No note nothing"

She looked at him.

"Sorry I'm rambling. I'm Tamara by the way" she said holding out her hand.

She smiled.

The bartender handed her the second beer. She opened it and turned to him.

"So what brings you into the bar?" her tone light and friendly as she took another sip. The cold beer helped to seemingly calm her down. Her anger started to diminish but she knew it wouldn't be long before she exploded. Tamara could bottle up her emotions to a point before they exploded and it wasn't pretty.

She tilted her head to the side. At least he was another human being who she could talk to. besides Brenden of course but that was history now. Nothing would be the same

[elliot spencer]

As she spoke, Elliot smiled in spite of himself, he had never had time for friends, let alone best friends, however, he felt kinda sorry for her, in the midst of the outbreak, who possibly knew what could have happened to him, Elliot kinda wanted to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but figured that probably wouldn't be that wise considering he'd only just met her.

As she apologised and introduced herself, holding her hand out, Elliot took it with a smile, shaking it softly "Name's Elliot, pleasure to meet you Tamara" he said, before taking a sip of his drink, just put on the bar by the barkeep, well, even in a zombie apocalypse, at least the service wasn't too shabby, unlike in the last town he'd been in.

As she asked her next question, he smiled again, speaking softly, his Texan tone perhaps a little too loud and aggressive considering what she was going through.

"I wanted to come for a drink to be honest, it ain't easy being stuck at home while the whole world goes mad around ya, so i figured, go out and at least try to keep some sorta social life, how about you? Surely being in a bar getting drunk ain't that wise for someone who just lost her friend, sorry, that's not my business, I apologise" He said, realising that he may have just stepped out of line, giving her advice like he was some sort of guru.

[Tamara Houston]

Tamara shrugged.

"Meh it beats going home to an empty house" she said and took another long sip from her beer. she listened to Elliot speaking. She nodded.

"Oh yeah I fully understand" She said. "It gets depressing not hearing the normal sounds of car horns, fire engines, police sirens etcetera" she said.

She finished her beer and turned around on the stool to face him, giving him her undivided attention.

"What about you? You have any family?" she implied curiously. Most of the people she had met didn't. They were alone in the world, much like she was now. Sighing, Tamara forced her attention on Elliot. He seemed like a real nice guy. She felt a bit at ease around him and relaxed.

"The only family I had was my older brother" Tamara said studying Elliot. "But he went over seas. Not sure if the virus hit over seas or if it was just contained to the US"

She often wondered if the virus spread that far. It was a high probability but one never knew really. She looked outside and spied a small ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds

[elliot spencer]

Elliot shrugged himself, especially at the mention of family, it had been no secret to anyone back home that he had never had the time for family, so why should it be any secret to this woman?

"No, no family, they're probably all dead for all I know, or care, I don't mean that offensively accourse, I just never had the best of time with family"

He took another sip of his drink again, savoring the taste of the drink against his tongue.

"I'd like to think that your brother's safe, I'm sure he can handle himself so I wouldn't worry about him too much, he sounds like a tough guy, guy after my own heart I guess haha"